what do you say when the feelings don't fit into words?

[The texture of the velvet is amazing. It's tightly hugging Kaworu's entire body, beginning with his shoulders and stretching all the way down. The long sleeves cling to his wrists; his angular hips couldn't be more obvious; even his thighs feel bound together, rubbing up against each other. This dress reminds him of a plugsuit, except it feels so much better, so much warmer...]

Hey. [At the entrance to the living room, he pauses.] What do you think of it, Haruki? [He doesn't quite strike a pose on purpose, but he has all the glamor of a fashion magazine anyway. The red velvet would expose a lot of cleavage, if he had any, and it stops just short of his sharp knees. Still, he's so fey and delicate that he could be easily confused for a woman, especially with that silvery hair spilling into his eyes and over his shoulders. Haruki couldn't have chosen a more exquisite dress for him tonight.

It's become something of a tradition for Haruki's gifts to involve clothing, and Kaworu hasn't stopped marveling at those gifts. In particular, Christmas and its generosity have taken on a new meaning for Kaworu, washing away the pain of cycles past... Now it's the miracle of a cozy living room, a glittering tree, an adoring girlfriend, and a trio of little ones sleeping soundly upstairs.]

Does it look beautiful on me?